DISQUS

Why the heell does everyone think it is me?

So I was walking down the street the other day when I heard a strange noise coming from behind the telephone pole I was about to pass. I approached the pole and kneeled down in an attempt to discover the source of the noise. A furry, yellow ball was right beside the pole. I sprang back in astonishment when the ball uncurled to reveal that it was in fact a furry little man. "Ello ya large chap. Was youse here cuz ya heard me singin?" he asked in a rather odd accent. "Yes, I heard something and was curious," I replied. "oy... Tha young snappa's a'curious, eh? I bet you'd like ta know whar I come from, ay, boy?" I timidly nodded my head, as is called for in this type of situation. "Well'en mate folla me!" exclaimed the strange little man. He then leapt right into the telephone pole. I was a tad reluctant to follow, but, as always, my curiousity got the best of me. I backed up a little and ran straight to the telephone pole, leaping with all the freedom I could allow myself! The paramedics told me that I would need at least twelve stitches for my forehead, and I would have to wear a sling for three weeks in order for my shoulder to heal. Damn!

Uh-oh...

And you are gay. Congratulations.

Why did you tell me to keep up the good work? And who is retarded? And I don't rape anybody in September. And sentences aren't supposed to begin with and!

Hi, Somebody! I'm The Guy. Don't listen to these retards. I think you're cool!

What is up with these gay quotes?

Ummm...at least they don't shoot your arms?

God, youre gay.

Hell yeah man that goddamn shit be scaring the fuck outs me on dese days ho.